Eternity bores me, I never wanted it.

If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.

I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood.

I guess they call it suicide, but I'm to full to swallow my pride I can't stand losing you The Police Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.

I decided I would put off the novel until I had gone to Europe and had a lover, and that I would never learn a word of shorthand. If I never learned shorthand I would never have to use it.

Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people.

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?